Lana Ward? Wait, wasn't that the chick they had just met up with? Had she been here? Before Lorenzo could think about the situation any further, Lannit would literally power up and begin an onslaught on the Wyrm. Wishing he could ask what was going on, Lorenzo instead chose to focus on the matter at hand. His physical strikes weren't doing him much good, though he wasn't the sort of man to rely on pure strength. What he didn't like, however, was how time consuming this had become. They didn't have time to mess around with no talking monster! They had a country to save, damn it!

Taking in a deep breath, Lorenzo would go into a miniature medative state. He could hear the heartbeats of every living thing pulsing, the rush of battle running adrenaline through his veins. He had to go back, to go to a time where he was at his best, some time ago when the battlefield was once his second home. Deeper and deeper he went, until he entered an almost trance-like state. He was aware of every detail now, and as he closed his eyes, he would poise himself, waiting. And waiting...

Until opportunity would strike, and thus would he.

Opening his eyes, a burst of speed left dust behind Lorenzo's trail. Rather than jumping, he simply ran up and around the Hell Wyrm, looking almost like gravity was simply a theory. Spotting the tiny crack in the Hell Wyrm's defenses, Lorenzo's fist would shine brightly, though instead of a punch, he would jump and hold out his hand to the spot. Mist gathered in, forming a visible ball, and more and more it grew, until finally, it fired directly onto the Hell Wyrm's skin. The blast would send Lorenzo flying backwards, and while he tumbled to the ground, he'd manage to roll into a standing position.

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In a show of respect, Nadeline would bow her head deeply. It was a foreign move, something she had never done considering she was always the higher status, but one of respect. Dalan's words rang in her ears, and as she would take her leave, she would feel her rapier bouncing off her legs as her pace quickened. There wasn't any time to waste, although she secretly admitted that whoever was behind Sylvester's reappearance was certainly doing a job well done keeping it under wraps. But Old Dalan had a point--gil was the way to the heart and pockets, luckily for her, she became prepared for something along the lines of this.

Eyes roamed on her as she reached the Muthru Bazaar. This should be expected; she was a woman of a higher class, someone of her stature wouldn't be caught dead running her own errands. With her head held high, she would let them watch--if she needed to bring attention to herself to draw out Sylvester, so be it. They stared her down, though she wouldn't so much as flinch, though her eyes scanned the area. While there was the usual bustle of everyday services and sales, there was also an underlying business running about. But where should she start? Which one had the best chance to give her exactly what she wanted?

Nadeline came to a halt, the streets around her continuing to move, people simply walking past. She eyed an empty stall--a rare sight, considering nearly every merchant had their hands full with customers, and she chose to approach them. [i][color=coral]Straight and to the point, no need for anything else,[color][/i] She would remind herself as she would exhale slowly in an attempt to calm her nerves a bit. Clearing her throat, she paused for a moment. Looking to make sure no one else was listening, she would lean over, placing both her hands on the table.

"[color=coral]I am looking for Sylvester Alexander,[/color]" She stated quietly, yet firmly."[color=coral]Where do I find him?[/color]"